So tonight, Twitter's #WobblyWayne, #WobblyWachel and I went to see The Smyths - a Smiths tribute band., and boy do I feel old! The 40+ audiences were unmoved - chitty-chattering as the band started :"Dead easy getting here - parked up and got the tube""Ooh, good idea.""Yeah, result."Didn't approve of the volume:"It's loud, isn't it?"They went through the motions:"What's your favourite album?" (always a worrying direction) I'm not entirely sure they were Smiths fans in the first place:"I could do with a seat..."And before the end :"We're gonna head off now, make sure we get our train...""Yeah, miss the rush"

Still, the Smyths weren't very good - I loved The Smiths. Johnny Marr is a genius. I adore Morrissey. But as the real thing isn't available I have a large tolerence for a cover band... but they were crap! Maybe that was why, rather than the vintage of the audience? Either that or I'm suddenly immensely old.